Page 34 of Legacy
He orders for both of us—something I’d normally protest—but his confidence is so damn appealing. He asks for a stack of pancakes, bacon, scrambled eggs.
Comfort food.
My stomach growls in response.
Angelo gazes at me across the table, those startling light eyes melting into a soft smile. His hand finds mine, thumb tracing slow, lazy circles that make my skin tingle.
He’stoogood at this.
You’re just another girl to him, Adriana.
He’s a man.
Just a man.
Just like all of them.
I need to know.
I open my mouth—
But the food arrives.
And just like that, I forget what I was about to say.
We dive in with abandon. Every mouthful is delicious, an explosion of home-cooked goodness that has us groaning in delight.
And somehow, just like that…
It feels easy. Natural. Like we’ve known each other forever. Like we’re two best friends falling in sync, laughing over pancakes like there’s no such thing as a clock ticking down.
“You hum when you eat,” he says suddenly.
I look up at him with a sheepish smile. “Yeah, that happens when the food is good.”
He smirks andDios… my heart is falling faster than my mind can keep up.
I am so absorbed in him, in us, that danger feels miles away.
Until he adds, “I’ve had fun this week.”
The words knock something loose in my chest.
I nod, swallowing hard; the lump in my throat is back. “Me too.”
Silence stretches across the table like a taut wire.
Fun.
That’s what I am.
Fun.
“Do you have a middle name?” I blurt.
His eyes flick to mine. Sharp.
Heated.
